The Sorrow

Once upon a time...
there was a princess kept in her tower which raised up to the nines. And she was waiting for her prince...
Nineteen years passed and several men tried to unlock the doors of the tower. However few of them were really close, unfortunately the last of the seven keys was always missing... it was key to her heart...
Eventually, she saw that no one is able to find it. So she gave up waiting for her prince charming and left her tower.
Suddenly she realized, that world is very different from what she saw from her tower... and she learned that it really doesn't matter whether you love or hate life. Only thing which is forbidden is indifference.
Also she found out, that the sentence "I can't .." is the only thing which hinders people from touching the stars, even they have them within grasp.
Eventually, she learned that it is completely pointless to paint her story, because no one is going to understand it... So she grew old and died.. and she left the only message for all:

"Though the sun is gone, I have the light."

***

Blood dripping off the wall, I began to cry. Seeing the cold, lifeless bodies around me, brought me chills. The blood on my shirt reminds me of the good times. The laughter. The happiness. A smile on my face, pride. Pride is what it is called. They will speak of this night, generations to come. Drop the knife, walk away. Get in the car, a bloody mess.. Drive away.

***

The game....

A vision arose...
~He passed through an electrical socket and came out unscathed
A whisper resonated in my ear
"He must have been touched by God".~

As the fugue disintegrated,
I looked up and saw a figure there
his hair was long and unkempt and yet
I found him unusually appealing

He gazed in my direction in a contentious manner
He waited on my table and as he wiped it, defiantly sat the glass top
in my lap

The owners of the establishment were mortified
they quickly approached with sincerest apologies
for they did not know what I knew....

As I sat with a challenge in my lap
and he glared at me with aroused aloofness
The glass I picked up and casually tossed at the other table

As it shattered in slivers around us, my only reply, "oopsy"
a slight smile came to his lips
for he knew I just checkmated his move without a single bead of perspiration.

"Would you like to come for a swim?"
And of course, he did. Now what?